Toppa tha mornin to ya laddies! I am the JolteonofShadow and welcome to a new story! This is one I came up with, and is meant to replace Electric Personalities. To be honest, I put basically zero thought into E.P. and it was mostly a Beta test, if you will, of the site mechanics. It encompasses the dormitory life of an awkward teen trying to find the One in an upscale High school for "gifted children". I've given this at least three times as much thought, and I plan to update this regularly. I may also integrate lemons as per my writing style, but I'm still trying to decide. But, I digress. ON WITH THE FIC! (My new writing catchphrase!)
He couldn't believe it. His third year of high school was to be in the prestigious Rustboro high. It usually cost around $65,000 to enroll, but his scholarship paid for 90% of the cost! The boy hugged the envelope with everything he had in celebration of his acceptance. He ran as fast as he could (well, rather used Extreme Speed) to Jordan's house to tell him the great news. His name, by the way, is Reede Terris. As a Riolu, He's always been in tune with the feelings of those around him. Yet, somewhere deep within his mind, he thought he could hear a voice calling to him Dissmissing it for years as nothing more than abstract thought, he continued on with life, careless of the evil within him.
Despite being a junior, Reede's never once had a girlfriend or any other kind of companionship with anyone besides Jordan, his Jolteon best friend. Reede wanted it desperately, and Jordan knew it. He had gone through six different girls in the last two months, and you'd swear it's a new flavor every week. Reede constantly bombards him with questions of how he makes girls fall all over him, and his reply is always the same, "When she wants you, you'll know by the look in her eye." Of course, Reede had no idea what that meant, but he'd figure it out one way or another. As he burst through the Electric-type's bedroom door, Reede was instantly overcome by the smoke from at least two joints, if not more. Jordan casually greeted the other Pokemon the usual way he did.
"'Sup, man? Smoke a couple?" he asked, holding up a pre-wrapped smoke. "No thanks, but i have great news!" Jordan watched him, as if the boy expected Reede to suddenly grow wings, but instead, Reede simply held up the large envelope, Rustboro High's logo of Groudon using Earthquake embossed on the front. The caption below read, "Rustboro High; Breaking Ground since 1985."
"Congrats, dude. Just let me get a shower to get the smell off me. I know how much you mom hates it." Jordan stumbled onto his bathroom and turned the shower on, and Reede took this as an opportunity to leave and pack his things.
Reede speedily grabbed up everything he may need in a dorm including every piece of clothing he owned, toiletries, enough junk food to give a Snorlax diabetes, and an odd pink stone on a chain his Grandmother had willed to him before she passed. She had also given it a weird name; Eviolite, he believes she wrote. He had to do a Family Genealogy Project for Biology, ad he decided to do his grandmother. Since the stone was given to him by her, he figure it would be a good grade-booster to do some background info on the Eviolite. Much to his surprise, he founde it granted extra power in battle to those wielding it to those who had not fully evolved. Reede smiled dreamily, remembering the last thing she had said to him, "Take this, my Gandson. take it, and fear no evil!"
Sometime later, Jordan came, freshly groomed and a bag packed to the brim with Arceus-knows-what. "Lets fuckin gooo!' Jordan chided.
Throwing his belongings in the car, a 1999 Ford Escort ZX2 he's proud to own, they left Olddale Town en route to Rustboro. As they passed old buildings, they remarked old memories of when they were younger and less stupid, both laughing the entire way. Jordan had decided to blast Photograph by Nickelback, seeing as it was appropriate. Even through the music, he could've sworn he heard someone whisper, "One step closer.' in his head. Thinking nothing else of the Voice, he sped down the road. Flying down Route 104, Rustboro rapidly came into view. Buildings ranged in size from the iconic red roof of a Pokemon center to the towering Devon Corp. Reede thought Jordan was more excited than he was, since the electric-type was already at the door before Reede could get out of the driver's side.
"C'mon! You're slow as shit, you know that? !" Jordan taunted.
"Can you at least help me with these bags? You seem to have plenty of energy!" he stated. "I'm just excited for a new start, in a new school, with new girls!" the last part was probably for him only, because after basically screaming it in the parking lot, he pulled his hood up and slowly walked to the door carrying his overstuffed bag. Reede just shook his head and chuckled. Leave it to Jordan to make it all about the girls." he thought, heading inside. Oh, there would be plenty of girls, little did the Fighting-type know who would get them all…
That does it for this chapter, I hope you guys enjoyed it. Made a new story and I plan to continue it soon. Any comment pertaining to any subject, be it this LEMONS FOR DAYS, or anything along those lines is appreciated. I know its a bit short, but whatever. I'm tired and hungry, and I'm going to BED. So, if you liked it, PUNCH that like button IN the face LIKE A BOSS!
